Mar
Metade da minha alma é feita de maresia

Quando brilhou a aurora, dissolveram-se
Entre a luz as florestas encantadas
Arvoredos azuis e sombras verdes,
Como os astros da noite embranqueceram
Através da verdade da manhã.

E encontrei um país de areia e sol,
Plano, deserto, nu e sem caminhos.
Aí, ante a manhã, quebrado o encanto,
Não fui sol nem céu nem areal,
Fui só o meu olhar e o meu desejo.
Tinha a alma a cantar e os membros leves
E ouvia no silêncio os meus passos.

Caminhei na manhã eternamente.
O sol encheu o céu, foi meio-dia,
Branco a pique, sobre as coisas mortas.
Mais adiante encontrei a tarde líquida,
A tarde leve, cheia de distâncias,
Escorrendo de céus azuis e fundos
Onde as nuvens se vão pra outros mundos.

Um ponto apareceu no horizonte,
Verde nos areais como um sinal.

Era um lago entre calmos arvoredos
Não bebi a sua água nem beijei
O homem que dormia junto às margens.

E ao encontro da noite caminhei.

Congratulations," he said, his voice dry. "You finally managed to find a woman as tragically noble as yourself. I didn't think one existed."
"I'm not tragic."

Kaldar held up his hand. "Spare me. Some children are born wearing a silk shirt; you were born wrapped in melancholy. When they slapped you to make you cry, you just sighed heavily and a single tear rolled from your eye." He dragged his finger from the corner of his left eye to his cheek. " Your first words were probably 'woe is me.'"
"My first words were 'Kaldar, shut up!' because you talked too much. Still do.

I never wanted to marry anyone before,” he said. “When two people marry, they surrender a small part of themselves. They become more like each other. I never met a woman who was better than me at things I take pride in, and I never wanted to be like them. I always knew that whoever I was with was temporary. There was always a new woman around the corner. I’ve seen marriages shatter. Twice. My mother left, then Richard’s wife. It almost broke my brother.”
“So how do I know that you won’t move on and leave me broken?”
“Because you are the one. You are better than me in some things, and I am better than you in others.” He drew her into his arms. “I don’t mind being a bit like you. I hope you don’t mind being a bit like me.

Striving to be better, oft we mar what's well.

We see people and things not as they are, but as we are.